there is no more laughing
no more sarcastic jokes
and puny humor
but reality
bright and vibrant
as ever
and im looking at it
and its looking at me
into my soul
my body
this body does not like feel like a body but a waste of space
a landfill of pointless dreams that i cannot ever achieve
or erase
can i retrace my life
because what would give me the slightest inclination that higher education is obtainable
i was bound to a shitty ass school
now im trying to keep up with the pace of an institution that wasn't built for me to attend
i cant reach the bar
i cant approach the standards
i cannot because I don't know how //e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PoetryA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
